Green Peas at Stake

Picking Up

"Picking up
shards of hope
my unique talent,"
I boasted,
while you kept vigil
in haunting dreams,
hazy memories,
botched up yesterdays.

Today, maybe,
I'll find a roadmap;
maybe, I'll trace back
the steps I took
and connect the dots of hope
in my storybook.

I'll meet you on your way
to see
if either of us have gained
any understanding,
if you can still sing
through the eclipse of the moon,
not if
you float distorted
as a vision
I imagined
from afar.

But...
to sweep out the hazy memories
haunting dreams,
and botched up yesterdays.

This time I want to embrace you
the way you are.